Halloween

I was thinking of making copies of Mommy

for the whole school.

- F*ck you.

- Hey! Tough guy!

Think she'd suck my dick for a quarter

and let me suck her tits?

- Shut up! Shut up!

- Don't fucking yell in my face, you bitch!

F*ck off!

What the hell is going on here?

Break it up!

I said break it up!

You over there,

you over there, you there.

- He started it.

- Shut up!

F*ck you.

What did you say, son?

I said f*ck you.

F*ck me?

Come here.

Come here.

- My bag!

- Grab it!

Again? Again? Jesus, what is it with you

and this goddamn school?

I cannot keep coming down here like this.

Look, Miss Myers,

I do not enjoy calling you down here

every five minutes.

Really?

It sure seems like you fucking do.

Can't you get control

over your school, principal?

Yes, I can get control.

I can control my school.

There's something you gotta know.

Will you just relax a moment?

Please sit down and let me talk to you.

- Please. Please.

- Okay. What?

Please, sit down.

- Thank God.

- Hi, Jim. How are you?

Is this her?

Miss Myers, this is Dr. Loomis.

I took the liberty of calling him in.

- Happens to be a child psychologist--

- Thank you, Jim.

Psychologist?

May I ask you,

has your son ever had any kind

of serious psychiatric evaluation?

Okay, I've had enough.

This is crazy.

- Miss Myers, please.

- I gotta get back to work.

- I gotta go.

- Please, ma'am.

We only want the best for the child.

Please don't take offense.

Please, sit down. Sit down.

Thank you.

Look, uh, Miss Myers...

we found this...

in Michael's school bag.

Come on. Big deal.

He found a dead cat.

And these.

What is that?

I hope you're not squeamish, Mrs. Myers.

Oh, God.

Oh, this is really sick.

Are you saying Michael did this?

Michael loves animals. He--

Why would he do this?

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